Tonart: D major•
Verse 1
D
A
D
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Ab
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B
Fuckin' put on a wrong head, pair
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Bm
D
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of headphones and shit, uh
A
Just
Verse 2
ain't passed out
Spent a hundred grand
Ab
A
D
If you smoking OG, bring
the grass out
G
These niggas filled up,
D
A
Ab
bring the gas out
A
D
Talkin' 'bout some shit
that you know you stole
I have my fuckin' way with this game,
A
Ab
no remote control
A
D
Drinking on some gin
How the fuck you supposed to win,
D
Ab
you don't know how to ball
D
G
Turnt up but still smoking
A
Tryna drive but my eyes barely open
Ab
A
D
See the cars, see the watch,
G
D
see I done moved up
G
In my condo smoking out
D
G
Tryna take Taco to the strip club
D
G
D
Tryna take Tyler to the dealer
A
bruh (I'm right here guys!)
D
G
D
Tryna take Domo to the weed spot
G
Gm
True pothead so I need pot
Verse 3
Ab
Absus4
Ab
Go, I'm so fuckin' loaded
A
D
Pockets and the smoke
Tell 'em
Ab
Absus4
Bbm
Go, faded and I'm floatin'
A
D
I hope your lungs is open
A
All the bitches, tell 'em, go
Ab
Absus4
(Now I been around the world before
C#
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D
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But I never thought it'd be this way
C#m
Ab
Absus4
And I smoked up all this weed before
C#
Absus4
A
But I nev er thought
C#m
A
And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"
D
G
Celebration shots got
Verse 4
me really faded
Kind of famous,
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G
Ab
enough to laugh like I really made it
Abm
A
D
G
Drunk enough to stir some controversy,
D
bitch let's fucking tape it
D
G
A
making digits off my fucking cadence
D
Suck a dick hater while I
G
selfie with the Eifel Tower
Five star general,
A
Abm
the Odd Future I'm Eisenhower
D
Said I couldn't make it, I show you
G
niggas to fight the power
Igniting sour,
Gm
A
watching Chowder in my finest hour
Ab
D
G
A clearer mix of acid jazz and blue grass
D
G
Niggas still stuck in the past,
A
Abm
opening new scabs
A
D
G
Me and Wiz matching bottles nigga,
open two tabs
D
G
Stumbling out with six models, my
Gm
G
nigga order two cabs
A
D
We ain't worried 'bout rivals,
D
G
Fuck what niggas think,
I'm the illest one in the new class
Abm
A
D
And I don't give a fuck what niggas
Gm
D
G
D
ain't fuckin' with
G
Gm
OFWG run with the team or suck a dick
Ab
Absus4
Go,
Verse 5
Ab
I'm so fuckin' loaded
A
D
Pockets and the smoke
Tell 'em
Ab
Absus4
Bbm
Go, faded and I'm floatin'
A
D
I hope your lungs is open
All the bitches,
Absus4
(Now I been around the world before
Bbm
A
D
But I nev er thought it'd be this way
A
C#m
A
Ab
Absus4
And I smoked up all this weed before
Ab
C#
Absus4
A
But I nev er thought
A
C#m
A
D
And all the bitches be like, "Yeah"
Verse 6
like some Kill Bill shit,
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Abm
Ab
D
G
watch it
A
Abm
That's that church
A
D
tambourine shit
G
D
G
D
G
My grandma used to play that
D
Abm
A
D
G
Nigga
D
G
D
Golf Wang
Abm
A
(Turn up) Yessir I got old money, I got
Verse 7
new
D
money
G
Gm
Put 'em together, I got huge money
G
Bank teller call my phone, she
Gm
tell me I'm putting on
Abm
D
Twenty years of success,
G
let's toast to the best
Gm
Sip on some Ace then I pour out the rest
Abm
A
D
Fuck bitches, get ends
Gm
Drink gin, fuck their friends
D
Juicy J three hoes in a
D
G
Gm
Blue dream I'm rolling up
Looking for a bitch with
bank statements like Oprah
D
These black diamonds racist,
D
My plug on call coming straight
up out the basement
D
All I know is money, it don't look like you
One shot from the chopper
make you look like two
Verse 8
Go (Go, go, go, go, go, go, go)
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